Category Archives: Daughters

On Tuesday I stood again at the ocean’s edge. The surf was gentle and the sun staved off enough of winter’s chill for me to walk long. My daughter predicted it: “I know you, Mom. You can’t not go!” Forgive … Continue reading →

I walk with my girl at the edge of the earth where the ocean rolls in and out. There is the steady ebb and flow, just like my emotions of the last several days. I’ve been on a couple of … Continue reading →

At Christmas, Anna gave a special gift. It was wrapped in the manner of a fresh ten-year-old: lots of tape and a hand-tied bow. In the paper was her first watercolor painting. It was for Emma. “To put in your … Continue reading →

I am sitting in the waiting room. Daughter #1 is in the small, sterile “operating” room. Within an hour, her third molars will be wrested from her jaws (I’m making it sound perfectly horrific!). She signed her own forms, adult … Continue reading →

It came to my e-mail inbox–the high school notification of freshman orientation. You would think I would be used to this, having already sent three children to the high school. But I got a lump in my throat and quickly … Continue reading →

She had a headache. She looked at me with that desperate gaze. I know what this feels like–when the world is spinning and your head is throbbing and you can’t even string a logical thought together. I brought her to … Continue reading →

Anna Noelle. Her name means “God’s grace at Christmas.” And that is what she is. All grace. All undeserved. We had all but closed the book, then she came. On a day filled with cold December rain, she filled the … Continue reading →

We are five cords, tied– woven tight. Life knit deep, in feminine form. Hands gathered now, bone and marrow, joint and heart. All these daughters filling up the empty spaces. {linking up again today with Amanda’s prompt at Habit of … Continue reading →

I had a few errands to run yesterday. The first stop was Rachel’s classroom at the middle school. Anna came along. I was chatting with a teacher and Anna made herself busy by the door. She was working with words, … Continue reading →

Someone had to be the littlest. The last. Oh how she struggles with being the baby of the family. Not only is she the youngest, but she’s also a bit petite for her age. She wants to be big. Of … Continue reading →